I, Myself, Aubade Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
I, Myself, Aubade
mispronounced
misinterpreted
didn't know there was a her
dawns, pink golden
steak and eggs
wrinkled silk
a slink with swagger
hotter coffee
no shower keep the fragrances a little longer
swarms of dreams.......or none
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
tells itself
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4/28/2024 1:29:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing use of words. I enjoyed the poem.